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    Martyr

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Talking]
    shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating,
    yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better.
    [Verse 1]
    walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing
    rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats
    only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck wanna die old
    on this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt
    it's better then living searchin treasure
    that only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me
    ain't no hope left in me
    live everyday like it's my last
    waitin' to meet my niggaz that passed
    at last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross
    here these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost
    I'll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights
    and nights he thought he would die, what did he do
    did he grab his gun and a bust shot?
    get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pac
    find out did he really take 5 shots
    ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds?
    couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain't braille
    like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain't fight back
    CHORUS(3X)
    if you had a choice,life or death
    what would you choose
    if you had a choice
    [Verse 2]
    life ain't real its a dream we see tomorrow
    reality, shit that's pain and sorrow
    reality, disaster beat breaks,
    a little girl up in the projects gettin raped
    reality's a nigga gettin rock shot 41 times
    and you askin why I run from one time
    I don't even get justice,
    nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind
    reality's fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job
    the battle of good and evil
    like the devil, ain't losing for god, we on lucifer's squad
    not knowing what the fuck it all mean
    I can't even, get a can of sardines
    niggaz driving bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin money
    taking your shit, I'm earning money
    yet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eat
    on this earth suffering, why its like that
    guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve
    CHORUS (3X)
    if you had a choice
    [Verse 3]
    hold your latex, from nuns I take sex,
    play chess, with the devil from the sky
    like rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow
    beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I need some help ox
    see them meadow officers watchin' myself rot
    ice pick and cell blocks
    hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes
    niggaz that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter
    slice birthday cakes with box cutters
    I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, reality
    observe me, on a journey puttin niggaz on gurneys till I meet my maker
    and I need my ama ? fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler
    CHORUS (3X)
    if you had a choice
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